Off Script

What's the drill showcasing the skill
It's so cold, Flonase at will
Let it spray, gotta pop the seal
Pop the top like Pringles, past the future wrinkle
In time, Madeleine L'Engle, uh, look it up, that's nice

Quit playing, boy, this beat gives me anxiety
I like it, let it bang on the side, gentrified
They moved in, it's like I've been ostracized
From Athens twice, this my first single on Spotify
Been 20 years, been longer, guy?!
I remember getting kicked off the net, phone ring, telemarketer
We happened to have caller ID at the time, didn't seem to matter
Honestly, might not be quite as bad as I remember
I feel old, but at the same damn time, I'm bolder now than ever

Rolling over on the note, just toting what it do
Want it better, say something before life's just happening to you
Squeaky wheel done got the grease, but who you think supplies the tools?
Here's a hint, it's the dudes been saying D.A.R.E. at your schools
You got a pen I can use? I just spelled it out for you, uh

Long hair don't care, but I really do
So I'm running and gunning like Son of Sam, not one of them
Just saying, quick draw McGraw, get off me lawn
Get caught Saddam, spider hole, stay in your lane, just keep control
Holy ham, uh, bam-a-lam, Jesus take the wheel
This a full-up 15 passenger van, I'm sleepy as a mug
Just wanna take a nap, I dream of Genie in the lamp
I am the diamond in the rough, Aladdin palace, crystal maverick
Marble slabs and statues in granite stuff
Lucille in the sky with diamonds in her eyes
Apricot jelly slides, what's up? I think I've arrived
Then the cold reality sets in, I'm off the script again
Rolling off the road, they scream as if it's saving them, beep

Hey, Jake, don't get it twisted and go off script on this beat you made
And yeah, it's alright, just don't brag
And don't talk about the government like at all
This is just a friendly reminder you asked me to tell you to take your pills, beep

See the difference in me and me is I'll say something I regret and don't even care at all
I mean it's just ME, but I still gotta analyze the situation and choose
I'd rather tell the truth at the complete detriment to all
Damn the hills and let the heavens fall, but truth will out, yes, that's what it is
I'm not even trippin', y'all, you's guys, whatever
I'm from and in the South, you gonna hear West Texas every time I open my mouth



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Homer
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